Pairings: 1x2x1 (it's a coming), wee bit of 3x4x3
Warnings: angst, naughty language, strangeness, AU stuff really...
Disclaimer: in a perfect world, i own gw. in this one, i own crap.
Evergreen + Part 3
Draw me a picture worth
a thousand words and I will write a poem worth a million pictures.
The tension was thick, almost solid in the air. Relena sat on a comfortable
chair with her skirts arranged around it in a lady like fashion while
her sisters stared holes into her head. She understood why they were angry,
of course, but that did not make the confrontation any easier. She glanced
sideways at her younger sister Dorothy, the master of the past and nearly
flinched from the intense glare. Dorothy's frozen blue eyes were positively
glacial and dripping with icy rage. On the other hand, her older sister
Noin was more composed in her anger, sitting across from her quite calmly
with her delicate hands folded over her lap. Relena almost hid behind
Noin to escape Dorothy's gaze, but she didn't. She would stand by her
decision and make sure that they understood why she had chosen the path
that she did.
"Sister dear," Noin said smoothly, "care to explain to
us why you gave Heero one of our most prized possessions?"
A half smile formed on Relena's face, tentative and nervous. She wondered
if her sisters would understand her reasons.
"Yes, sister," Dorothy jumped in with an icy edge, "do
tell us. Tell us why you gave away the Pendulum Signet, something we have
never even considered parting with on any circumstances!"
Sighing deeply, Relena reconsidered her answers. She could say that she
had given Heero the pendant because she had pitied his pained state. That
was part of it, truthfully speaking. But a bigger part of the gift had
not been mere pity nor a hope for his happiness.
"I did it to repent for our past mistakes."
"We made no mistake! We are the Fates. We never make mistakes."
Relena snorted at Noin's insistence.
"Oh, but don't we, sister?" Relena said with spite.
"We see the flow of time as it passes over mortals. Dorothy, you
can change a mortal's past with a blink of an eye and send him spiraling
to a different destiny. Noin, you can shape a life in the present, cut
off their life at a whim. I can see the possible futures for mortals and
choose a path for them, regardless of what they want. We have controlled
them for so long that we forgot we can make mistakes."
"Just what mistake did we make with Heero's mortal anyway? We did
for him as we would for any other mortal."
"Dorothy, you are as arrogant as you always were," Relena replied
heatedly, "and you can't see how much we damaged one of our kind
by being whimsical with his heart."
Noin raised her hand and stemmed the tide of cruel words to follow. She,
as the oldest, had to maintain a level head.
"Relena, you know as well as I do, we do not inform anyone of our
decisions. It was Dorothy's choice to make Heero's mortal lover love him.
It was your choice to have the mortal follow Heero into that lair. And
it was my choice to end his life there. What more could we have done?
Heero knew that his mortal could die at any moment. It is not our responsibility
to coddle him."
Relena shook her head in frustration. Her sisters just did not understand.
"That's not what I mean, Noin. We had a choice. We could have just
let Heero's mortal go fall in love with someone else, fated it so that
those two never even met. But because we destined him to love Heero, we
permanently killed something within him. We all knew that Heero would
love him! We saw it. So what if we can't control the lives of gods? We
manipulated Heero's by playing with a mortal. Can't you see that we are
Noin exploded. Relena had no other words for her sister's sudden burst
"How dare you question! There is no fault! We destined him to love
Heero and that is that. So what if Heero fell for him? It was his choice,
not ours. He damaged himself, not us. There is no responsibility. And
you, in your stupidity, gave Heero a means to overstep what we have set
out for his mortal in this lifetime! Don't you get it, Relena? If Heero
uses the Pendulum, not only will he become mortal, but the two of them
would step outside of destiny! That is unacceptable! No mortal can be
out of our control."
Relena bowed her head in mute defeat. The Pendulum would create a void
for Heero and his lover, a void free of their meddling, of fates, of destinies.
They would become radicals within the world order for eternity because
their souls would forever be outside of their reach. But she didn't care.
It was the only way Heero could have his lover back. If he and his lover
did not step outside of their control, she and her sisters could make
everything go badly again. She could not bare to do that to Heero, not
again. No. She would make sure her sisters did not interfere.
"It's too late!"
The horrified scream from Dorothy made Relena look up from her lap. Her
sister's blue eyes were wide with terror, her blond hair whipping about
her body as she shook from disbelief. Her own eyes widened at the same
time Noin's did. Yes, it had happened. Heero had used the Pendulum.
Now, the rest of his life and his lovers were up to them.
Trowa and Quatre eyed the stranger warily, their hands ready to reach
for weapons at a moment's notice. Wufei had not let his eyes wander far
from him either, but his eyes were filled with downright hostility. But
the stranger did not seem to notice the three of them at all. He was too
busy staring at Duo, his face slack with joy.
"All those years.. finally, we can be together again."
Duo did not understand what the stranger was talking about. He had never
seen him in his life, had he? He figured he would remember someone like
him. So Duo had to conclude he did not know this odd but gorgeous man.
Then why did he feel as if he should know him, that he should have some
ties to him? And why did he resent him so much? There were questions that
he could not answer swimming around in his head, clamoring for resolution.
"Who are you?"
Heero smiled at Duo's hesitant tone. His lover definitely looked and sounded
different than his previous incarnation. He was no longer an auburn haired,
green eyed boy so carefree with his affection and trust. No, his lover
was now a beautiful boy with long, brown hair in a braid with sparkling
violet eyes. His lover was also a wary, deadly being without fondness
for those he did not recognize.
"I know you don't remember me," Heero said softly, "but
I have remembered you for fifteen hundred years. I loved you for that
long and will continue loving you for eternity. I am Heero."
Heero's elation turned to confusion when his lover burst out into laughter.
He stared at his mirthful lover as he literally fell to the ground when
his knees gave out from the laughing.
"You.. you.. you love me? For fifteen hundred years? Are you fucking
Heero had expected disbelief and other unpleasant things at his first
encounter with his beloved. After all, he did not know of him currently.
But something about the way he spoke bothered him, almost made him afraid.
"I do love you."
Duo let out a fresh peal of laughter as he heard the sincerity in Heero's
voice. He wasn't laughing because the situation was funny, but because
it sounded so true.
"Fifteen hundred years? Is that even possible?"
"For a god, it is."
The laughter stopped as suddenly as it had begun. Duo stared at Heero
with wide eyes, knowing his friends were doing the same. A god. They were
face to face with a god.
"You really expect me to believe that bullshit? You are a god? As
in, powerful, all knowing and all that shit?"
Heero nodded, the grim look on his face growing more pronounced. He did
not recall his love being so foul mouthed nor so disrespecting. His lover
had been one of his worshippers after all, adoring him and loving him
like no one else. But this current incarnation was different. The soul
was the same, yes. But the package was nothing like he remembered.
"Heero, you said, right? Heero, if you are a god, prove it."
Duo shook his head in disbelief. This Heero expected him to believe whatever
he said without any kind of proof. Who had that kind of faith in anyone
these days? And why did he feel compelled to believe him anyway?
"Okay, fine," Duo said with a trace of annoyance, "then
at least prove that you love me."
That got Heero confused more than ever. Prove his love? How did one go
about doing that?
"I have loved you for more years than you can imagine. Is that not
"No, it's not. What's my name? What color do I like? What do I say
when I'm pissed off? Do you know anything about me at all, oh great god
"What does any of that matter?" Heero replied, "you are
the same soul I love. I would love you regardless of what is on the outside.
It is your soul that counts."
This time, the laughter was tinged with bitterness and mockery. Duo could
not believe the nerve of this Heero who claimed to be a god. He loved
him, did he? He has loved him for that long, has he? Then why did who
he was matter so little? Did that not merit any kind of love?
"Sorry, buddy, wrong answer. You don't love me, just some guy who
died a long fucking time ago. So fuck you, fuck me, get lost."
Everyone in the clearing blanched at the absolute fury and pain behind
that one word uttered by Heero. It was incredible how a small word could
contain so much.
"No," Heero repeated, "I will not. You will remember me.
You will see that you love me as I love you. Then it will be as it should
Without waiting for a response, Heero pulled out the Pendulum Signet and
held it aloft in his hand. He did not notice that all four mortals had
gotten their weapons out, ready to strike him if he made a false move.
He did not see how Duo's eyes glittered with both anticipation and fear.
All he saw was his own lonely soul within the pendant, longing for the
one thing that could assuage the pain.
Heero's words activated the Pendulum Signet. The pendant flashed brilliantly
in indescribable colors, shooting out beams of light towards Duo in steady
waves. Heero felt himself being drained by the pendant as well, but he
held on until the pendant was done.
Trowa, Quatre and Wufei, at the emergence of the light from the strange
object in Heero's hand, tried to get to Duo and help him. However, their
bodies were rooted to the ground, unable to move, even unable to utter
a sound. They watched helplessly as Duo was assaulted by light, his face
a study of every emotion available to a human being. They saw Duo cry
out in joy and fear, laugh in love and hate, thrash in passion and darkness.
After what seemed to be an eternity, the lights stopped and Duo collapsed
to the ground.
The three of them could finally move and they rushed over to their fallen
companion's side. They frantically checked for a pulse and signs of breathing
and found that he was still alive. He had just passed out. Angrily, Wufei
stalked over to Heero and punched him in the face as hard as he could.
"What the fuck did you do to him?"
Heero merely wiped the small trickle of blood from his lip and smiled.
He could feel it. He could feel his mortality. He felt the vibrancy of
life more because he now could die. The Pendulum Signet had worked!
"I just helped him remember us."
Having no reply to that cryptic remark, Wufei went back to Duo's prone
form. Whatever had really happened, he had a feeling that their lives
had just gotten more complicated than ever.
The world was a sluggish blur, moving slowly and thickly around him. Duo
wanted to open his eyes and check out what was happening, but his eyelids
were not cooperating. He could hear noises all about him the wind
rushing, the water falling, the grass moving. And somewhere in the distance,
he heard a voice.
"Oh, Heero, aren't these beautiful? They are the color of your eyes!"
That voice was cheerful and almost child-like, ringing with an innocence
that Duo had never experienced. He dimly wondered who it could be. Who
had that kind of innocence anymore? Certainly not him. He had shed his
innocence when he had been sold into the assassin's guild by his abusive
father and apathetic mother. He envied the owner of that carefree voice,
the way it glided over him in gentle waves of comfort and contentment.
Then it occurred to him. The voice.. it had called to Heero. Heero, the
boy who had suddenly stepped into his life with grandiose declarations
of love and immortality. The boy who had made him angry with his words
of love. Duo forced his eyes open and felt the sharp, stabbing pain from
the sunlight . He waited for his vision to clear and then looked about
He was mildly surprised that he was floating in midair, his body parallel
to the ground. He swiveled his head around to his right, towards the direction
of that human voice and saw a boy about his age prancing around the grassy
field below him. The boy was clad in a tunic of some sort belted at the
waist by a rope, running on barefoot. His shoulder length auburn hair
had violets and larkspurs in it, contrasting sharply with his big, clear
green eyes. His pale skin seemed almost too translucent in the bright
sun, seemingly more colorless because of the vibrant red of his hair.
But what attracted his notice more than the boy was the figure following
behind him. There could be no mistake about it it was Heero. The
dark brown hair mussed by the wind lay haphazardly over his beautiful
face, nearly covering the deep blue eyes. Heero had very little clothing
on, just something that could pass for an indecent loincloth, his bronzed
skin bare to the entire world and Duo's eyes. Duo had to admit that Heero
was perfect physically and that there had been an instant attraction when
they had first met in the campsite. But this Heero he was seeing did not
have that painful and desperate look in his eyes. Instead,
this Heero was brimming over with joy, almost bouncing as he followed
the redhead around the field.
'Is that who I was? That innocent boy?'
Duo felt tears gather behind his eyes. So, that was the boy Heero had
loved for so long. He was looking at what his soul was fifteen hundred
years ago, housed in a compact body that radiated innocent joy.
'Heero really must be stupid! I'm nothing like the boy he loved.'
That thought pained him somehow. Duo didn't really understand what was
going on with his emotions at all when it came to that enigmatic boy.
But he knew that he didn't love Heero. No, he didn't. He couldn't. The
one who loved Heero was down there on the field, auburn hair and green
eyes, running around and laughing. And that was the one Heero loved. Heero
did not love Duo Maxwell, the assassin with eyes too old for his pixie
face, the boy with a crude sense of humor, the one who did not trust people
without a good reason.
Duo continued watching as he floated in midair, trailing his eyes over
Heero's lithe body and rippling muscles. It was too bad that the guy was
so beautiful. As he watched, he saw the scene fade away slowly, the colors
leeching out of the landscape and the light growing dimmer. The last thing
Duo saw before darkness engulfed him was the boy and Heero entering a
small cave hand in hand. And somehow he knew that whatever that happened
in that cave would make him understand his resentment for Heero and the
pain behind Heero's eyes.
"Thank goodness you're okay! We thought he had done something horrible
Duo winced as he lifted his head off the dirt and opened his eyes. He
saw that it was getting light, the dawn just filtering in and the evening
star dying out. He also saw three very concerned faces of his friends.
"I'm good. Just a splitting fucking headache."
Just then, Heero stepped into the tight circle of his friends and reached
out his hand. Just before Heero could caress his face, Duo jerked out
of reach and slapped the hand away.
"Don't touch me unless I tell you that you can, okay?"
Duo knew that he had sounded irritable and unreasonable, but he could
not help it. Whatever he had seen while he had passed out had affected
him more greatly that he let on. The image of Heero laughing and loving
that boy had only proven that Heero did not love him. Duo turned his head
to look at Heero defiantly, but he lost all malice when he saw the immeasurably
hurt look shine so darkly out of the deep blue eyes. Instead of feeling
justified for his actions, Duo felt like a cruel jackass.
"I.. I don't understand," Heero spoke quietly, "I thought
you remembered. Don't you? How you felt about me? You must have remembered."
Sitting up completely, Duo faced Heero. His friends backed up to give
him some room, but he still felt their curious eyes on him.
"Yeah, I guess if you can call it that, I remembered. I saw you all
googly eyed over a boy who is nothing like me. He was an innocent boy.
Packaging aside, as you say, the one you loved and I are nothing alike.
Not a damn thing alike."
"That isn't true! It can't be. You are the same soul. How can a soul
"That's us mortals for you, Heero," Duo replied scathingly,
"we change a whole fucking lot according to our environments. So
get it through your fucking head! I am NOT the same guy you loved! I don't
even love you!"
The pain that shot through his heart when he spoke his last sentence almost
ripped Duo into two. However, he covered it up the best he could, trying
not to grimace or shed tears at his statement. He did not love Heero.
"I don't believe you. I can't. Say you're lying to me. Say it!"
Duo saw the anguish that was shredding Heero apart. The beautiful god
before him was suffering, more so than he had before. It hurt him to see
Heero like this, even if he didn't want to feel that way.
"Damn it, Heero, if you want me to love you so fucking much, make
me love you! And you better love me for who I am, not for what I was!
Can't you see the fucking difference?"
Heero sat back abruptly at Duo's ultimatum. He could not believe that
this was how it turned out. After all he had gone through in fifteen centuries,
after giving up all that he was, this was the reward. There was no declaration
of eternal love, no joyous reunion, just a heartache that surpassed the
aching pain that he had been through.
Relena had been right. This hurt worse than before. She had known and
had tried to warn him. Heero could feel a hysterical bubble of laughter
building in his chest, clawing its way through to his mouth. He knew that
if he started laughing, it would be over. He would be driven into madness.
But no, he was stronger than this. What was that his love wanted? To be
loved as he was now, not what he remembered? To make him love all over
"I will," Heero said in a shaky voice, "I will make you
love me again. More than before. And I will love you. No matter what."
The relief that washed through Duo's system was incredible. For a moment,
Duo had been deathly scared that Heero would just walk off and never deal
with him again. He could admit that there was an attraction, a tie between
them. But he still felt that resentment, that hatred he had first felt
when he saw Heero. It was as if he wasn't in control of his emotions,
his life. He hated that feeling and it had become worse when Heero had
just demanded that he love him. But with Heero at least trying to do what
he asked, the resentment was less, the hatred faded a bit. Maybe, just
maybe, this could work.
"Okay then. It's a deal."
Heero finally smiled. If this was his only chance with his beloved, then
he would not waste it.
"Hi. My name is Heero. And you are?"
Duo shook the proffered hand and began again.
"Duo. Duo Maxwell. Nice to meet you."
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